In our case, the third option was the one we needed. The wind was very light, the line was slight pin-favored, and we needed to be almost on the line (though not over, since the black flag was flying) to ensure we could bear off to accelerate and still be on time for the start. Our tack was too quick. With 25 seconds to go, the bowman said, “You’re racing, you’ll never get there.” And he was right, at the gun we were slower than we’d like to be and a boatlength or two shy of the line. Had we been on the line, we could’ve tacked to port almost immediately, crossed most of the fleet, and been on our way to the favored side. You know, the side where people didn’t get screwed.